My other other job

  • pleased
  • Wicked — What is this Feeling?

In case anyone is interested, over at my blog I have something of a tutorial on how I make my kids' show poster illustrations. Interestingly, the tutorial took almost as long as the image.

Daily twitterings

  • 23:55 Mostly won! Now to see if I win at sleep. #
  • 13:03 First draft received much better than expected, but still a long way to go. #

Daily twitterings

  • 19:08 @Maxis4132 You know what else is an oldie but a goodie? tinyurl.com/2g9mqh #
  • 20:01 Off to meet Lucy and then to Café Bleu for latin dancing. #

Separated at birth?

  • Nicole Kidman, Ewan McGregor & Jamie Allen — Elephant Love Medley

Thoughts?

Daily twitterings

  • 10:43 DOMS is not the worst. The worst is feeling all kind of bloaty from basically having to double my protein intake. #
  • 11:16 @Maxis4132 I know! More OpenID please. #
  • 12:41 @Maxis4132 There's a walkthrough here if you're stuck: tinyurl.com/3kd48g #
  • 12:51 @Maxis4132 Good luck for the final stages! It's tricky, but worth it for the credit sequence. #

OMG WOW

  • delighted
  • Jonny Greenwood — Prospectors Arrive

DUDE. FAN ART.

Also (and unrelatedly), I feel slightly sick. Possibly (well, definitely) related to Project Lester. More later.

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Daily twitterings

  • 10:20 Amount of work in scope for this project is steadily decreasing. Currently doing MINUS WORK. #
  • 13:24 @ninefish campaignmonitor.com have some excellent resources. #
  • 19:39 @vshivak Congratulations! #
  • 19:39 Project Lester, Day One: Survived pump class. Protein shake not nearly as bad as I expected. Shower, then reward. Steak reward. #

Daily twitterings

  • 08:11 Suddenly realising I don't remember a word I read last night. Um, my doctor told me not to read before sleeping, but if I don't, I can't. #
  • 13:16 Suddenly kind of at a loss for things to do. Which is nice. #
  • 14:00 Now playing: tinyurl.com/6m24q4 #

Daily twitterings

  • 01:43 Home to bed after a very satisfying day: saw netball, dancing, my sister, Superstar, and Jav and Annie's new place. #
  • 10:15 Getting ready to FINISH MY DRAFT. FINISH FINISH FINISH. #
  • 14:27 Halfway through the final scene. Stopped to walk into town for lunch and listen to The Bugle. Back into it... NOW. #
  • 15:17 Finished my draft! #
  • 16:35 Rewarding myself with some Command and Conquer before pro-am. #
  • 17:28 Nobody knows it, but you've got a Secret Shrine / And you use it to produce advanced NOD infantry units. #
  • 17:45 Heading to The Court for Pro-Am. You should come! #

Daily twitterings

  • 10:54 Thinking about getting up maybe. #
  • 10:59 I can have a new mouse! But not one of the dozen or so they have in the shop: no, the replacement MUST be the one they ship in from Apple. #

Daily twitterings

  • 11:16 Desperately seeking: Foundry Sans #
  • 14:01 It would be nice to have an external agency that we could treat like crap and palm crazy deadlines off on and refuse to help #
  • 14:05 I really, really hate having to be 'creative' under pressure. #
  • 15:11 @ninefish I'm just saying the 12-hour days & sleepless nights wouldn't be so bad if the client was bearing even a little bit of the stress. #
  • 17:14 Finally starting to get hungry now that I've stopped working so frantically. #
  • 17:34 Heading home and thence to an audition. #
  • 18:52 I guess this is technically lunch I'm eating now. (I got the part.) #
  • 20:14 Getting ready for Scriptless. #

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  • 07:17 Going to Wellington for the day, then coming straight back for dance class. #

Daily twitterings

  • 07:27 getting up earlier and earlier for the same job. #
  • 09:47 Designing like a man posessed. #
  • 11:30 Never thought I'd be so excited about the prospect of wearing speedos and kissing a boy. #
  • 13:16 Waiting while the plumber installs the new cistern. #
  • 13:19 Booking... a holiday? Exciting! #
  • 15:40 Cultivating a "design callus" on the side of my right middle finger. Sticking plaster isn't. #
  • 17:57 Still at work. #
  • 18:46 Still still at work. #
  • 20:32 Finally home. Note to self: always, ALWAYS check that page collation is on. Why isn't this the default? The Dux calls to me. #
  • 22:26 Home from seeing The Insurgents at the Dux.Good band. A bit like The Strokes, except they don't sound as sleepy. #

Ironically, Charlton Heston wasn't even holding a gun when he died

  • stressed
  • papers rustling

I was looking at my "recent entries" the other day, and came to the chilling realisation that my journal is BORING. Basically, it's just automated Twitter updates, and nobody really wants those. Do you? I don't know. I'm a bit confused.

The other thing is that they don't really tell you what I'm doing, because, naturally, when I'm doing something, I am not posting to Twitter, which probably violates Twitter's Terms of Use or something. I tried to set it up so that I could pay exorbitant international SMS rates for the privilege of letting the internet spy on me, but the response was a tide of gibberish and high-end ASCII, and I couldn't be bothered investigating.

So, instead, you're forced to wait for me to tell you what I've been up to (you have been waiting, right? RIGHT?), information with which I have, of late, not been entirely forthcoming. Which is to say, I am a slack bastard, and would like to take this opportunity to remedy this unfortunate lapse in sociability, if only I could work out what's been taking up all my time.

I've been work-working, for sure. There's always stuff there to do, and particularly now, where deadlines for a major project just got condensed from four months to about two weeks, in a kind of cruel inversion of that law for which I've just spent fifteen minutes looking for a reference, which says that any initial estimate should be doubled and moved up to the next unit of measurement, so that half an hour becomes a day, three days becomes six weeks, and so on. That sentence wasn't nearly as snappy as I'd intended. Anyway, it means lots of emergency plane trips.

I pulled out of The Graduate because the "bunch of parts" turned out to be "a ten-minute cameo and some crowd scenes", which didn't seem a lot for three evenings a week of rehearsals. At this stage, I don't think I'm going to audition for Othello, either, and MuSoc's not doing anything, so just like that, I'm really not doing a lot with University theatre this year. Feels weird, especially when you start bandying around meaningless (but factual) hyperboles like "for the first time this century".

I have been carrying on with my writing. The Magic Island is very nearly a draft (I just have one more scene to tidy up); perhaps after that I will try writing something for grown-ups. Apparently, from early samples, my editor is concerned that I am putting too much thought into the writing process, and as a result, the script so far isn't nearly as terrible as she would have expected. Which is kind of a compliment wrapped around a knuckle-rapping ruler to soften the blow? Something.

I have also been dancing again, and it seems to have taken root this time, because I am going to three classes a week now: the 'beginners' class because they need men and I need practice, the 'improvers' class to learn new moves and technique, and a kind of baby performance troupe that Donna is putting together, where we are learning a routine and everything. From this, I have learned that I really do have tiny, stumpy legs, which has been kind of a devastating blow to my self-image, which has been slowly recovering ever since high school. Anyway, the teachers seem to think my technique is coming along well, and that my confidence is increasing commensurately, and for my part, I find that three days between lessons is a long time to wait. Still hard: being a guy in almost any social dancing situation means you have to basically be choreographing the whole time, which you'd think I'd be good at with my improvisatory background. It turns out, though, that it's more akin to solo improv than you'd think, so bridging and wimping are real killers. Hmm. Perhaps I should investigate this more: I've managed to (at least partially) weed out these habits in my improv, so concerted application could see results here?

Anyway, looks like another meeting. Woo.

Daily twitterings

  • 06:45 whose idea was it to start work at 8am on the Monday morning after daylight savins ended? #
  • 14:03 meeting to coding threshold not looking hot today #
  • 14:48 oh man. oh. man. h.a.a.r.p. oh man. #
  • 17:29 only email I've had all day was facebook spam. #

Daily twitterings

  • 09:49 run out of procrastination time. perhaps I will reward myself between scenes with food or cold medication #
  • 11:16 wishing I knew more about sailing before I started to write about it. what do you do if you're sailing and there's a storm? #
  • 12:31 one scene away from a first draft! exciting! #
  • 15:38 off to watch a rehearsed play reading and then play against some amateurs. #

Daily twitterings


  • 18:51 feeling like being sociable maybe #

Daily twitterings

  • 08:32 from my dreams, it is clear that I am spending too much time thinking about musical theatre. #
  • 09:35 three interface designers are sitting around completely failing to understand how to use a blackberry #
  • 09:59 posting: tinyurl.com/2pbngz #
  • 11:03 @lucilu thanks :) #
  • 14:51 beginning to see what @vshivak means when he says "karma was not right today" #
  • 16:09 refactoring routes. probably pushing my luck. #
  • 16:48 scarcely daring to believe all this works. check in, quick, before I break something. #

Daily twitterings

  • 23:47 pushing daisies is great, but I wish they'd checked their french with someone instead of just guessing. #
  • 07:17 getting up before dawn? winter is coming. #
  • 09:30 brendon was right: day 3 is the phlegmy day #
  • 14:05 battling idiocracy #
  • 15:30 just remembering a dream I had last night in which I mashed up MF Doom's "Change the Beat" and Thom Yorke's "Black Swans" #
  • 16:18 mmm, apple tea #
  • 17:19 calling id for nil, which mistakenly returns 4 #
  • 17:32 home, and then dancing. #
  • 22:44 wishing I had longer legs. more upper body strength would be handy as well. #

Daily twitterings

  • 10:07 sick of windows 'servers' which invariably don't. also sick of... sick. #
  • 12:11 unit tests are passing, but my code is mysteriously refusing to send emails... #
  • 12:33 even weirder, if I do it all by hand from the console, it all works. #
  • 13:00 GUH! just needed to restart the server. #
  • 14:45 johnny-on-the-spot for all your remote IT needs. why waste time visiting your clients when you can do it all with a telephone and shouting? #
  • 15:50 on ur desktopz mountin ur dmgz #
  • 16:29 wondering whether playing "live at a local KFC" *really* constitutes the "ultimate music-industry prize", Mr MacLean #
  • 22:50 gooey gum-drops! who he got his style from? his pops. you gotta give the bum some props. #
  • 22:56 oh, so *that* is why I am suddenly always finding messages from you on adium #